From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

All those days you thought
You were on your own...

I saw you there
Too docile to care...

Roll up everybody
See the circus of freaks...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

Once again I’m inside this room
Four walls and no doors or windows...

Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

I have met some beautiful people
Who have walked the same paths I've walked...

Weightless upheld in the ether
I’m sick of waiting...